#reggie x reader

[su-miko]

I unironically think these 7 would make a devious friend group

The house is in shambles.

Edit: The friend group wasn't cunty enough

Ah yes, more drama.

[chrizzmaster]

Ur dead homeowner au got me maladaptive daydreaming like I've never before and I'm making everybody's problem /j

My mind came up with this either stupid or genius idea so sorry if I start rambling and it gets too long...

Imagine Reggie (aka Regina Rejection) being the only one (maybe other than like Skylar or smthn) that actually LIKES the reader. Not in a shallow way, or "I'm just being polite way", but actually like enjoys the reader's company and actually defends them against the other objects (which I know is ooc but bear with me, I have a point-)

I just imagine Reggie appearing after so many objects have rejected them and he's all excited cuz he's expecting DRAMA, smthn JUICY. Like, he's expecting the reader to be someone so incredibly sassy or hateful and he's about to revel in the notion that there is someone who's just as much a ragebaiter as he is but when he does finally appear, all he finds is something...pathetic.

It's nothing dramatic, nothing exciting, it's just...sad. The reader isn't even being rejected because they did something that really set ppl off, they just...exist and everybody hates them for it.

Everybody's grieving and they're pinning all that unchecked emotional baggage on an innocent person and I like to think Reggie absolutely hates that. He hates when the concept of hate is used for stupid reasons like "they don't act like this dead person I miss so that means they deserve all the shit they get".

So imagine Reggie befriends the reader (maybe even more? Wink wink?) and actually TEACHES them to be sassy and self-confident. His moto is now "If they hate you for no reason? GIVE THEM A REASON" like he's all why waste all this good hate wallowing when you could use it to your own advantage.

Now gone is the soft and gentle new homeowner and in comes someone who actually knows their worth thanks to the literal concept of Rejection, and takes NO SHIT from anyone and they don't have anyone to blame but themselves.

Oh, Stefan burned their food again out of spite? Good luck having a rusty stove top then, I ain't cleaning your shit in weeks. Deal with the fall out.

Rebel starts talking shit? To the far corner of the attic with you, where you can collect dust along with Vaughn.

Hector acting outta line? Guess who's buying a new AC unit!

And any time someone tries to tell them off, Reggie's just there to call out their hypocrisy like "Tf did you expect? For them to just take your bs forever? Did you just expect them to be a doormat for eternity? Y'all are such pathetic losers lmao."

And anytime reader fights back with their own brand of menace, Reggie just stands looking so proud and lovesick like "Hell Yeah! You're doing great, sweetie!"

*ahem* anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I love Reggie and I want him to be the unexpected guiding light for the Reader, thank you very much.

Love your work btw!! Chef's kiss! 😚👌🏻✨

Staying for only a month or two and the objects had started this one-sided beef with you for no apparent reason. Their excuse for this sudden hatred towards you? You were 'replacing' their old houseowner and weren't acting as they would be. Why the fuck would you? You were your own person! But you were understanding... too understanding. Too nice. You let them all step all over you with a patient smile on your face- hoping that they' soon wake up from their blind hatred and accept you.

For now, you're getting rejected time and time again by almost all of the objects in the house- and it doesn't even stop there! You managed to develop a hate relationship with the personified of nightmare and existential dread! Seriously, what god did you pissed off? How could this many things alike despise you so-?

Reggie was having the time of his life feeling the rejection in the air! Deciding to finally show himself- eager to see who was this asshole that could get almost a hundred objects to hate them. You might just be his kind of guy. Excited and jittery, he turned up to witness Cam telling you to, "Fuck off, asshole!" and vanished as the trashcan fell (on purpose, he's sure) the contents of it spread across the floor as you sighed, getting on your knees to clean it up. Reggie cringed at the sight, you who were so focus on cleaning up you didn't even notice him.

The sight was... pathetic.

He wasn't expecting an evil mastermind dictator- no. Perhaps a ragebaiter such as himself filled with sass and a pinch of hate in them but you were anything but. One glance at you was enough to know what kind of person you were.

Gentle, polite, kind and patient. Ugh, Reggie's going to barf.

Then... what was all that about? Cam left calling you an 'asshole' but an 'asshole' wouldn't be cleaning up his trash. This was just plain pathetic and... sad. Once you were done cleaning up, you went to the sink to wash your hands only for the water to splash all over you which had you wincing and turning the tap off. Your upper body being soaked.

The look on your face had Reggie even feeling sorry for you.

You just... existed. How could they hate you for just living? Was this hatred coming from them because of the old houseowner? Was that it? Just because they were grieving- hell, he spent some time mourning as well- so this was an excuse to pin all their unchecked emotional baggage on you? Reggie was a lot of things but the thought of an innocent pure soul such as yourself being a victim to all these objects who lacks emotional intelligence (and critical thinking) was genuinely pissing him off. He hated how the concept of 'hate' was used for stupid reasons such as this.

When you turned to find a towel, Reggie was right next to you handing one that he simply took from the table beside him. "Here you go."

"Thanks...?" Your wide eyes were a clear sign that not one of these objects had served you with even the slightest bit of kindness.

You dried yourself off and was going to say something but suddenly widened your eyes in fear, quickly apologizing, "I'm so sorry! I didn't even ask who you were! I'm so rude- forgive me, please-" Reggie's eyebrows knitted together, feeling uneased and cut you off, "Hold your horses- you don't gotta apologize for nothin', alright? Ya hear me?" He placed both his hands on your shoulders, looking straight at you.

"I-" You were at loss of words- no one had treated you this... nice?

"Right," Reggie sighed, placing a hand on his hip, "I'm Regina Rejection," he introduced himself to you, an air of of danger around him that you could sense but... strangely enough you felt quite safe with him. If his name is anything to go by- he's the personified of 'rejection' then.

"You can call me Reggie," he added as you nodded. "That's a really pretty name, Reggie!" You thought the compliment would had him smiling and yet you were met with a disappointed shake of the head, "Tsk, tsk. Oh no, honey- You're too nice!" You flinched at his outburst which had him softened his eyes but still looking annoyed. Not annoyed at you- but perhaps at how, as he put it, nice you were.

"Let's make a deal, alright?" You blinked and then slowly nodded. "You not even gonna ask what the deal is?" Reggie looked at you with a questioning stare, raising a brow at your dumb expression.

"R-Right! What kind of deal...?" you asked hesitatingly.

"I'm gonna give you some lessons to stand up for yourself!" Reggie place an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, "Look- these objects hate your guts-" you winced at the silent admission being acknowledged aloud, "So-! I say, we give them a reason to hate you." The smirk on his face had you gulping nervously on what to expect for your future 'lessons'. "They hate you for no apparent reason, right?" With your nod, he continued, "Then why waste such hate? Grasp it and embrace it! Use it to your advantage," Reggie finished, using his free hand to poke your chest.

"But I-" Reggie released you from his touch, "No buts!" He crossed his arms, giving you a warning glare. "Then- what do you get in return?" The expression on his face had you nervously gulping as he smirked proudly, "Why, I get to witness rejection and taste the hate of course! Nothing better than to see hate being spread among objects and people alike," the beautiful man said with a proud smirk and you couldn't help but crack a smile of your own. It was... sweet to see this man being all happy about things people deem negative and yet he was the only one that treated you the best- it was ironic. How could the personified version of rejection who thrives on hate be so kind?

Your lessons were hard at first- you not knowing how to defend yourself, always too timid and scared; Reggie had called you a 'people pleaser' which you didn't bother to argue back because the fact was, you were. Reggie seemed to know you better than you know yourself or anyone for that matter. Your bond with him grew and it was clear that there wasn't truly a 'deal' in this- though, yes, you both do get your own respective benefits in it but truthfully- Reggie just wanted you to be happy.

The objects noticed how you changed the more you hung around Reggie- definitely not a good sign. Only then did they realize how they had heavily taken advantage of your good nature. Long gone was the soft and gentle you- now it's replaced with one that was under the influence of Reggie's ways and honestly? They couldn't bring themselves to blame you or him- it was their fault in the end of the day.

So, when Stefan decided to burn your food- you promptly dumped the food into the trash and left it as it was. The stove remained rusty and dirty for weeks on end. Stefan had never felt any worse- especially when you installed a new stove right beside him. Instantly, panic filled in him- were you going to remove him then? What's going on? And Reggie had the nerve to appear in front of him and mocked his state. "Who told you to burn the human's food, hm? Isn't cooking your job and yet you couldn't even do that. Human thinks you're broken- useless. Well, you are getting a little... rusty, huh?"

The rest of the kitchen witnessed Stefan being removed from the house just like that- fear in their hearts, scared to be the next.

The bathroom wasn't safe either. The minute Rebel spoke when you entered the bathroom with the dateviators- immediately, you brought out a new squeaky shiny rubber duck and place it where Rebel's duck was. Rebel? Inside the trash where you later tied up and threw into the outside garbage can.

Reggie high-fived you when you entered, flashing you a grin which you returned with your own and consumed with joy- you embraced Reggie, holding him close and tight as he hugged back. "I'm proud of you, baby. Don't ever let anyone treat you like that again," Reggie muttered in your ear, pulling away as he does so. You were still in each others arms as he used a hand to move your hair away from your face and leaned in close. You sucked in a breath, waiting for when he would close the gap but it never came. "Now, who would be our next victim?" His voice filled with trouble whispering in your ear that sent shivers down your spine in delight.

"Well, it's awfully hot in here, huh?" you replied back, eyes drifting to the vents. "And it's summer. Oh, you poor thing," Reggie puckered his lips into a pout, exaggerating his words.

The day you replaced the whole A/C unit in your home- Celia decided she had to take some sort of action. The 'mayor' of the house came forward after the people who replaced the A/C went back home seeing you in Reggie's arms on your bed. "Oh, what're you doing here?" he asked while Celia simply ignored him.

"I need to speak to you, human." You nodded, gesturing her to continue. Celia cleared her throat before speaking, "This isn't right. You can't replace these objects- the old houseowner wouldn't-"

"Well, they're dead," you said, eyes glued to the wall with a blank expression, "This is my house now and I can do whatever I damn please with it. The stove kept burning my food, the duck was old and rude and you know how much I hate the heat, so how could I put up with an A/C that doesn't do its job?" Your eyes were now on Celia who looked tensed, her brows knitted together as she stared at you like you were some sort of monster. "Ask yourself- if you were the almighty human in the house; would you be stupid enough to have some broken objects staying here without doing their jobs?" Celia's reply never came and you smirked, "Exactly."

Face red in anger, Celia spluttered, "I-"

"Hey, could you actually just leave us alone?" Reggie chimed in, "Seriously, did you expect them to take your bullshit forever? To be a doormat for all of eternity? Be so for real."

Defeated, Celia nodded, not even bothering with regards as she just left.

"You were so hot when you told her off." You tilted your head up from Reggie's chest to see him with proud adoration in his eyes. A chuckle escaped your lips as your cheeks turned a pretty pink, you mumbled a "Thanks" and took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, "I couldn't have done it without you."

A sigh was heard above you as you felt Reggie playing with your hair, "Well, you are a great student." You snorted, "That's not what you said when you first started teaching me."

"Oh, whatever." Reggie then pushed you gently off his chest and to the soft bed, straddling your lap as he leaned close with his forehead touching yours. "Could you tell me off too? Hm?"

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes at Reggie and teased him, "Oh, how much I hate how you for not treating me like shit like everyone here does." Reggie burst into laughter, leaning towards you and holding your shoulders for balance, "Good one, babe!"

You let out your own chuckle as you clasped Reggie's face with your hands and pulled him close as you two sealed a kiss. Who knew rejection could taste so sweet?

[driftd0ll]

Are you open to writing the homeowner being unintentionally adorable at doing anything and everyone just has cuteness aggression (squishing their cheeks, hugging them out the blue, etc)? Thank you!

ofc! this was cute (lowk struggle with sfw shit but it’s SO cute and fluffy so I hope I translated it just as good??) (I wrote half of this and realized I wrote it as the homeowner being aggressive<//3 RIP to the time spent on that half LMAO)

(I'm not sure if Volt's particularly fits "cuteness aggression" (not rlly aggressive), but I added it because I had a cute idea)

Dateables W/ Cute Aggressive Homeowner

warnings; sfw, fluffy, aggressive touching but out of love, biting (again... out of love), insults (Reggie, what do you expect?), you and Eddie are both victims, reader gets shocked

Your animated, inanimate lovers—all 101 of them—are gorgeous. There's really no way around it, or another descriptor that fits quite as well. Their attractiveness varies of course, although not based on a "beautiful to ugly" scale, but more "Ethereal to Cutie to Stunning..." and so on, so forth.

However, the same notion can be (and are openly) applied to you. Your lovers—all 101 of them—can all agree that you're one of the most attractive people they've met, whether they'd say to your face or not.

Nothing is particularly wrong with that! Just one homeowner and their many, many lovers who find each other cute, it's natural... The trouble comes into play when some of your lovers begin to get hit with waves of love that they weren't particularly prepared to handle. This, unfortunately for you, has caused them to develop a habit of taking said love out on you!

Reggie is used to feeling aggressive, he's used to feeling messy, and he's definitely used to feeling the urge to pinch someone. However, what he's not used to is feeling all those things, not out of pure hatred or even malice, but out of such a positive response from his own brain out of seeing you after you've been gone all day.

"You look stupid."

"Why, thank you, Regina Rejection."

Reggie shoots you a glare at the use of his full first name. The man is on your couch, like a wildcat waiting for its prey. Unfortunately for you, you're a bit too tired and affected by the magic spell that is the couch and its soft cushions are using to call to your numb legs.

You had to leave early this morning, and unfortunately, didn't have quite enough leeway to be able to put on the dateviators, awaken Reggie, and hope that he wouldn't snap at you for interrupting his beauty sleep, so you had ended up going to work without so much as a kiss or "goodbye."

So much to say, Reggie wasn't particularly happy when he woke up to you having apparently abandoned him. Although, he respected the coldness of it.

As soon as you manage to push Reggie's legs to make room for yourself, you practically melt back into the cushions, tilting your head and burying yourself against the soft throw pillows. The room becomes quiet, the only noise coming from the many TV channels Reggie had been switching through—however, neither one of you pay it much attention.

Reggie stares at the way you cuddle, curling in on yourself, still wearing your ugly ass uniform. You look comfortable, completely content to soak in the warmth of your home, and his presence... The man's feelings boil, silently trying to fight off the positive gush of serotonin that had suddenly rushed through him, until-

"Ow!"

You yelp as Reggie randomly kicked you, staring at you with an unchanging look. You try to glare, opening your mouth to ask what the fuck, but the only thing that escapes you is another curse as Reggie kicks you once again, harder, before following with more, more directed kicks in quick succession. Most of which land on your own legs.

"Fuck-" You scramble, almost falling off the couch in your attempt to get away from the assault on your poor legs. You stare in complete betrayal as Reggie immediately puts his legs back to where you had been sitting, you eye twitching as he looks at you smugly.

(As you turn away, Reggie's face drops, his face heating as he continues to struggle with his desperate want... It's painful for him, and not in a good, kinky way!)

Volt isn't an aggressive person by any means. Of course, not in the way he couldn't be, but there aren't a whole lot of situations where it's absolutely required. The man is much more suited to be a lover! Specifically, for his actual lovers, you and Eddie!

Now, when you had joined their relationship, Eddie hadn't really thought to warn you about how Volt is... The man is a lot clingier than anyone would initially assume, considering he's friendly and borderline flirty with almost anyone who walks into the bar. However, that little show is nothing compared to how much love and affection the man holds for his two true loves.

You lie with Volt on their shared bed, Eddie himself gone to take a quick shower. It's not often the two aren't dressed nicely, but it's refreshing to see them completely relaxed, without the burden of customers weighing them down.

Volt feels similarly, practically going dead against your body to keep you down. You look divine like this, and you don't even know it—it doesn't help that you're petting him, threading your fingers through his long, glowing hair. If he were a cat, there's no doubt in either of your minds he'd be purring with content.

His hands reach up to hold just one of yours, pressing a kiss onto your palm while you continue your previous motions with your other hand. As you begin rebuilding your uninterrupted rhythm, not paying much mind to the intense stare Volt gives you- you suddenly let out a surprised shriek, yanking your hand away from his hair.

"Ow- Holy shit!" You blow on your hand, wincing. Volt jerks immediately, staring at you with the same wide eyes you're looking at your hand with.

"Live wire!" Volt follows immediately, sitting up to make sure you weren't hurt. He grabs your shocked hand in his—it doesn't look like you were actually harmed, just surprised from the suddenness of it. Volt's heart slowly calms down, breathing a sigh of relief, "Are you alright? Let me see..."

You let out a giggle, completely taken aback, while you cradle your hand, "W- what the hell?" You snicker weakly, realizing it obviously wasn't done on purpose. In the corner of your eye, you see Eddie finally approaching—letting out a genuine chuckle at the sight.

(To Volt's credit, he is incredibly embarrassed... Eddie doesn't feel quite as bad, at least someone else knows his pain)

Parker... is fairly aggressive, maybe? Not out of any actual aggression (... maybe) but it's usually done all in good fun! Biting, getting tackled, climbed on, or anything like that is pretty normal, especially if you're in a relationship! It really shouldn't be surprising that Parker succumbs so easily to his urge to nip and growl at you when you happen to set off the Cute Alarms in his brain!

You and Parker curl up comfortably on your bed, your laptop opened up and playing a video about the history of game pieces.

You had just wanted one peaceful night to cuddle with your boyfriend, but knowing him, you were hoping that the video would distract him long enough for you to get an hour of well-deserved nap time. You really should have known better, though!

While you were curling up and closing your eyes, with Parker's head lying against your chest comfortably, he had actually been glancing at your half-asleep face periodically, strangely quiet.

You're cute, occasionally fighting to keep your eyes open to continue watching the video with him, but you were clearly losing the battle to sleep. Your hair, your pretty lashes, the absolutely adorable way you purse your lips before letting out a tired moan... Parker just can't help it! Seeing you so trusting, so soft, makes his heart flutter like a bug!

"Grh!" You curse as Parker—your dear, darling, loving boyfriend—leans upwards and bites you—taking a good chunk of your cheek in his mouth. Your tired eyes shoot open, widening as you quickly raise your hands and pry him off as he lets out the most shit-eating giggle ever. Parker grabs that same cheek, cradling it in his hand and rubbing the saliva off of you, snickering, even as you glare at him in tired, exasperated annoyance, "I swear, I won't do it again."

You let out a tired groan, at least knowing—if absolutely nothing else—that the boyscout would most definitely follow that now that it was a rule, "I love you, Park, but please chill with the biting." You murmur, closing your eyes and making sure to angle your face away from him, although nothing without a chaste kiss to the lips.

Investing in a muzzle doesn't sound like an awful idea, does it...?

[takatul]

I'm actually so obsessed with you'r new social homeowner au I want to screem holy shit😭😭😭(it might be like that becouse its really similar to my self insert but nevermind that-)

And I hope you don't mind me giving small headcanons of my own to this 👉👈🥺(not a request, just a rant cuz I speanded a lot of time think obout it lmao)

First of all, Scandalabra is having a field day, the amont of family drama he gets to hear over the dinner table? AND THEN YOU'R FRIENDS COME OVER TO TALK ABOUT THEIR DRAMA?! He died, he died and went to haven. It dosn't matter that he dosn't know most of the people he hears about, the tea is juicy and he's loving it. And so is Reggie, Curt and Rod hearing all our shit-talk.

Rebel want's to hide it from the other objest but they berely fight off the smile on they'r face when theres a bathtime for the kid we babysit. They don't remember the last time some had this much fun playing with them.

Parker also has the same feeling when he's finally taken out of the attic to be played in a larger group then 2 players, he's extatic he almost didn't mind some of you'r friends trying to cheat, almost, luckily you told them off whenever you could, whitch earned you 5 more browney points from Parker.

Prissy, Lady Memoria and Artt are extatic when you decide to decorate the the house with plants, paintings and you'r old photos.(Wallace never felt so pretty🤗)

And lastly all the objects that ware somehow broken or not working properly get fixed, We even fixed Johhnys rusty pipe, making he's singing voice much better whitch he's very thankfull for (and so are the rest of the objects). Tony is also content with how well we handle his tools.

Also I thought of this funny thing with Diana when our friends are over and we talk about our experience with the previos homeowner "Yeah I bouth this house pretty cheap, kidna weird science they even left all of their electronicks. Maybe they wanted to get rid of the hause as quick as possible. They we're a little weird and kind of a bitch tho. Fuck them frfr" "Hey I found their dairy, we can read it if you want lol" "Nooooo thats so mean, nooooooooOkey maybe a couple of pages (¬‿¬)"

Damn that's long as hell, sorry for that, never let me in you'r inbox again😭

Sorry for possible grammer or spelling errors, anglish is not my first lenguage.

Firstly, to add Diana’s part— what you describe is basically how you acquired the Dateviators in the first place. When reading diary entries to your friends, you purposely skipped a page.

It’s one that described these ‘magical spectacles’ which granted them friends and potential lovers. You honestly thought the og!homeowner was high or on something. So, after saying goodbye to your friends, you search for these glasses and eventually find them. Do you wear them?

Hell no. Instead, you and your sweet ass went straight to bed, managing to forget all about it until a certain someone uses it instead…

Secondly. I AM SO INCREDIBLY FLATTERED RN BECAUSE???? You basically created a part 2 for me with this au????? I’m flabbergasted in such a good way omg🥹 brings tears to my eyes that yall enjoy this au sm to the point you create your own ideas— I’m crying frfr,, literally going to post this link as a part 2 so ppl can read this masterpiece.

Thirdly, don’t worry about the grammar mistakes! It only proves how excited you were to write something🫶🏼🫶🏼 also it’s really impressive that you managed to write this work of art despite not English being your first language.

I know I’m late to respond to this ask, but I sincerely appreciate you and would love to hear more of ur ideas :”]]\

[lvstqrs]

kinktober; day two — archie andrews and reggie mantle

: ̗̀➛ archie andrews x fem!reader x reggie mantle

prompt: threesome

cw: smut mdni!! i can't think of anything rn lowkey

wc; 2.4k

a/n: i got bored with this and didn't feel like continuing or reggie and archie would've had a nasty makeout because they are GAY anyway just know that it did happen u just didn't see it trust

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

"Archie," you moaned, his jeans rubbing against your shorts in just the right way. His mouth was on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth like he was starved.

"You like that?" He chuckled, hiking your leg up to spread you open a little more. You whined, hands pulling at his shirt. You were ovulating and so, so horny.

It was almost painful.

Archie pulled back for just a moment to slip his shirt off, and your nails were immediately raking down his abs, playing with his belt. He chuckled, pulling your hands away.

"Patience," he coaxed, rubbing his thumb over your already hard nipple through your shirt. "I have a surprise for you."

You hummed in question as he leaned down, sucking on your neck. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah, he'll be here soon."

Your eyebrows furrowed, heart speeding up in confusion. "Huh?"

He chuckled, hands massaging your thighs as he ground against you slowly. "I know you have feelings for Reggie, baby."

Your heart dropped. How could he...? "Archie..."

He shook his head, pressing into you more. "It's okay, honey. I'm not mad. You're still mine. Just...with desires." He nibbled at your skin, causing you to whine softly, arching into him.

You nodded, still a little confused. "Okay..." You couldn't focus very well with his mouth on you and his cock grinding against you, but you tried. "So the surprise is?"

Archie smirked against your neck, pressing his cock hard against you, grinding. You both moaned softly, your eyes closing, almost forgetting about the subject. "You'll see, princess."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. You jumped slightly, but Archie didn't budge. "Come in," Archie said, his eyes not taken off of you.

Your eyes flickered between his and the door, and your breath hitched when it opened. Reggie walked in, a casual look on his face as he closed the door. "Surprise," Archie whispered, kissing your cheek.

You furrowed your brows, glancing between the two of them. "Wait...this is...we're gonna...?"

Reggie chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the chair. "Threesome, babe."

Your heart raced, looking at your boyfriend. "Are you sure? This is...kind of crazy," you said, but Archie just chuckled.

"I know you want to, baby. It's okay." He lifted you up into a sitting position, settling in behind you, his cock an insistent pressure against your lower back.

Reggie shook his head in amusement, pulling his shirt off. "Always so possessive, Andrews."

Archie pressed you against his chest, rubbing up and down your arms. "Watch it, Mantle. I'm letting you fuck my girl, doesn't mean she's not still mine."

Your pussy fluttered at his words, from both the implication of the Reggie part and his possessive tone. Reggie shrugged, sitting on the bed. His hand came up, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

You sucked in a breath, feeling Archie's hands massaging your thighs. This felt...different, but good. Really good. Reggie leaned in, eyes searching yours, his lips so close.

Archie buried his head in your hair. "It's okay, princess."

Your hand came up, slowly dragging through Reggie's hair, before pulling him closer. His lips met yours, soft at first, but it grew more desperate. You moaned softly, leaning back against your boyfriend so Reggie could position himself on top of you.

Archie's hands were still on you, his lips attaching back to your neck as his fingers snapped open the button on your shorts. You gasped into Reggie's mouth, and he chuckled.

Reggie took over, his hands yanking your shorts and panties down together as Archie lifted your hips. You were being thoroughly manhandled right now, and you absolutely loved it.

"Damn," Reggie breathed, hands sliding up your thighs. You shivered, relaxing into Archie's arms. "Archie told me all your dirty little secrets, baby girl."

You glanced up at Archie, and his eyes held a mischievous look. "How to make you moan," Archie whispered into your ear. You gasped as Reggie's fingers slipped in between your lips, brushing your clit.

"How good you are at taking my cock." Your boyfriend's voice sent shivers down your spine as he rubbed your thighs, letting Reggie touch you. "How pretty you look sucking me off."

Two of Reggie's fingers pushed into you without warning, causing you to gasp at the intrusion. Archie grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart more. "How needy you are."

Archie nipped at your earlobe as Reggie curled his fingers, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. You moaned, hips bucking into his hand. Archie, no matter how okay he was with this, still felt possessive.

His hand came up, wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to intensify the pleasure. "How fucking slutty you are." Archie reached down, fingers pressing hard against your clit. "Isn't that right, baby?"

You whined softly, head turning to nuzzle into Archie's neck as both of them worked over your pussy. Archie chuckled, rubbing faster as Reggie pumped quicker. He pinched your clit, just enough for a spark of pain to shoot through you, causing you to whimper.

"You know what I say about using your words," he whispered into your ear, continuing to rub you. "Answer the question, baby."

"Yes," you whimpered.

Archie squeezed a little tighter around your throat before releasing, using that hand to slip under your shirt and grab your tit, roughly squeezing. Your eyes closed, lips parting in a moan.

Reggie slammed his fingers into you, now three, curling them just right. You moaned out a gasp, eyes snapping open as your breathing got a little heavier. "How much you like it rough," Archie said, pinching your nipple and twisting slightly.

You whined, feeling the stimulation from both of their hands on your pussy and Archie's on your tit. "You gonna come for us, baby?" Reggie asked, almost mockingly.

His fingers never faltered, just kept getting faster, curling every time. "Y-yes," you moaned, eyes closing. Reggie's other hand came up to slip under your shirt, pinching the nipple with no attention on it.

You arched up, gasping as your body started tensing. You'd never felt such intense stimulation before. "C'mon, princess, come for us."

Archie nipped at your ear, pinching and twisting your nipple in a way that hurt so good. Your eyes rolled back as your body tensed. "Oh, fuck," you whimpered, Reggie pumping faster and Archie rubbing quicker.

Your hands grabbed at the bedsheets, fingers twisting into them as you came, your moans drowning out the sounds of your wetness. "That's it," Archie encouraged, roughly massaging your tit.

Their fingers continued the pleasurable assault on your pussy as Archie grabbed your hair, yanking it back so that your eyes were on him. "You're such a pretty slut."

You moaned softly, legs withering as they continued to work you through your orgasm. Reggie's hand came up, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. He chuckled. "Look at you, all fucked out and we've barely even started."

You whined as they slowly stopped their movements on your pussy. You panted as you tried to catch your breath, but you barely had time as Reggie was standing up, taking off his jeans and boxers.

"You know what to do, princess," Archie whispered, brushing back the hair from your forehead. You nodded, trying to regain focus as you turned around, fumbling with Archie's drawstring.

Your heart was pounding, head spinning, but you tried to focus. As you got his drawstring loosened, and tugged down his sweats and boxers, Archie sighed in relief, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Good girl."

You smiled, but before you could do anything else, Reggie was grabbing your hips, forcing you onto your knees and spreading your legs a little. You gasped, looking behind you, but Archie forced you to look back at him.

"Eyes on me. Suck."

You widened your eyes slightly, but obliged, leaning down and slowly letting your mouth engulf him. He sighed, hands tugging at your hair softly. "Fuck, just like that."

You hummed against his shaft, moaning softly as you felt Reggie's fingers sliding up and down your slit. Your eyes widened, a muffled sound escaping your lips as the tip of Reggie's cock caught on your entrance.

You went to pull away, but Archie held your head in place. "Nuh-uh. You can take both. You're gonna be such a good fucking slut for us, hm? Gonna let us fill your holes until you can't fucking breathe?"

You choked a little on his dick as Reggie pushed in, his hands holding your ass cheeks apart as he let you slowly engulf him. "Yeah, you are. You fuckin' love this, huh? Love being used. Love being fucked like that's all you're meant for," Reggie groaned, hands massaging your ass as he slowly thrust into you.

You moaned, letting Archie move your head to suck him off. He pushed your head down a little more, forcing you to take him as Reggie started thrusting into you just a little harder. You whined, choking slightly.

Archie chuckled, thrusting his hips into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes grew watery, your head instinctively trying to pull away. Archie held you in place, forcing you to take as much as physically possible.

"Mm, fuck," he moaned, slowly pulling your head back enough for you to breathe a little. Your eyes met his, and he smirked. "You look so pretty like this, princess. My perfect little slut."

Archie pulled your mouth off his dick, letting you catch your breath, but it barely worked because Reggie was starting to thrust harder. You moaned, eyes closing as Reggie fucked you.

He gripped your hips, forcing you to hold still as he slammed into you. "Feel that? Feel how much this perfect pussy can take?" Reggie's voice was almost mocking, causing your pussy to clench around him.

Your body started to give, but Archie just held you up, letting Reggie fuck into you as hard as he wanted. "O-oh, fuck," you whined, toes starting to curl.

Archie smirked, climbing onto his knees. "Open that pretty mouth of yours," he demanded, and you looked up at him, obliging.

Archie grabbed your hair, holding you in place as he started to fuck into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat each time and forcing tears into your eyes.

Archie tossed his head back, feeling you take him deeper each time Reggie thrust into you. You were being thoroughly used, and you fucking loved it.

Everything was heightened. You felt like exploding, and your body agreed. Reggie thrusted faster as he felt your pussy clenching, and you moaned and choked against Archie's dick.

Archie sped up his thrusts too, forcing you to take him just as much as you were taking Reggie. You tried to cry out, but it was just a muffled noise with saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth.

Archie tightened his grip in your hair. "Fuck, take it just like that, baby."

Reggie bottomed out in you, causing your eyes to close, your toes to curl, and a long, muffled moan to escape your lips as an orgasm washed over you. Your body weakened, shaky and unsteady, but Reggie and Archie just held you up, forcing you to continue to take them.

Soon, Archie was spilling into your mouth, and Reggie was pulling out. You felt warm liquid spill onto your ass and back as you tried to swallow down Archie's load.

Archie slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth, and you gasped for air, falling onto the mattress as they let you go. You panted, swallowing down air and cum, tears streaking your face.

Archie sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face as Reggie massaged your ass. "You did good, baby. So good."

You looked up at him, eyes glossed over as you panted. Reggie moved up, settling on the other side of you. You glanced at him, before feeling Archie move down.

Reggie lifted you up, positioning you in front of him the same way you were in front of Archie earlier. "C-can't," you whined, legs closing.

Reggie tipped your head back. "Can."

Archie pushed your legs apart, settling in between your thighs. He lined himself up with you, eyes on yours as he pushed in. You whimpered, pussy sensitive. "F-fuck," you cried out, eyes closing as you rested back against Reggie.

Archie grabbed your legs, forcing them to be pressed against your chest as he thrust slow and deep, hitting that special spot. Tears welled in your eyes, and when Reggie brought his hand down, pressing rough fingers to your clit and rubbing tight circles, they spilled down your cheeks.

"S'too much!" You cried out, legs shaky and head spinning.

Reggie pinched your nipple, twisting it slightly with his fingers. "Shh, you're okay."

You let out a small sob full of pleasure, feeling the way your body was struggling to handle it all. Archie thrusted harder, holding your legs in place as he fucked into you. "Look. Look how fucking pretty this pussy looks taking my cock."

Reggie forced your head to look down, your eyes struggling to open. You watched as Archie's cock moved inside you, thrusting in and out. You saw Reggie's fingers playing with that overly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"See? Your body was made for this. Your pussy wants to be used," Reggie whispered in your ear, causing you to moan.

Your head fell back again as they both sped up. Your body tensed, eyes clenching shut as a feeling you hadn't ever felt engulfed you.

Your head felt dizzy, your breathing shallow as a cry tore from your throat. You couldn't think at all as it overtook you, and you barely heard or felt anything besides Archie's cock splitting you open.

Reggie chuckled in your ear, massaging your tit. "Fuck, you're such a slut. Feel that good, baby girl? Like being used that much?"

Your eyes opened slowly as the feeling calmed down slightly, and you felt Archie slam into you once more, his mouth opening in a groan as his seed spilled into you. Reggie's hand had stopped the assault on your clit, instead rubbing your lower stomach.

That's when you really felt it, the feeling. You saw it, the way liquid squirted out of you as you cried out, legs shaking. Archie moaned, pulling his cock out of you and letting your pussy spasm.

It took a couple seconds, but finally, your pussy stopped squirting, and you were just pulsating. You fell limp against Reggie, panting and thoroughly fucked. Archie, just for the fun of it, pressed two fingers to your clit, rubbing for just a second.

You whimpered, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He chuckled. "Just breathe, princess." He pulled his fingers away, leaning in and kissing you softly. "Fulfilled all your nasty little fantasies?"

You whimpered, nodding. Reggie kissed at your neck, suckling softly. "You were such a good girl for us," he whispered against your skin.

Your eyes closed again, body relaxing as you recovered. You'd never been so fucked out in your life, and it was the best thing ever.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[demiseeee]

Hello hello!!

Are you still doing the itty bitty dateables? Theyre so cute :3 If youre still doing that series can i see Curt,Rod and Reggie?(/nf) Please and Thank you!

(sighhh im starting to really hate this series. cool jane doe pfp tho)

✶⊹°✶Itty Bitty Dateables! ✶°⊹✶

Part 9

CHARACTERS: Reggie, Curt and Rod

WARNINGS: None

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REGGIE

"So...what am I looking at?" Reggie questioned, looking down at the plush with a raised brow and a frown on his lips.

"It's like a stuffie, basically. I made it for you. Well, if that isn't already obvious, since it looks like you."

You blinked at him and held it out further towards, him, extending your arms, but he made no move to grab it.

"No, you hold it. I need a minute to process whatever the fuck I'm looking at."

Your heart sank at his words.

"Do you like it...?" You asked, voice small. You don't know why those words of his made you so upset. Literally the personification of rejection, and you presented him with something you were proud of in full confidence?

Yeah, kinda stupid move. Literally like one of the dumbest moves one could take in this situation? What, were you going to try and fucking propose next?

Though, Reggie seemed a little off-put by your genuine upset, glancing up from the stuffie with a hand propped up on his hip, gaze a little less scrutinizing.

"Hm?"

"You don't like the plushie?" You repeated, quietly and softly. Reggie paused for a moment, before he snorted.

"No, I don't like it." He said incredulously, looking at you like you'd just asked him the craziest question ever. "Like it? Come on, baby, we're way past that."

He grinned, tossing his hair back over his shoulder dramatically.

"I hate it."

A long moment of collected silence.

"...you hate it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Really??"

"All of it, every bit, not one part excluded."

You squealed and tossed him the plush-- which he caught out of instinct, though he looked a little less than happy about it--, clapping your hands together in partial relief.

"That's great! Oh my god, for a second I thought--"

"Oh, please. You thought I'd sum you up to a boring old 'like'?" He scoffed. "You're attacking everything I am, baby."

CURT and ROD

"Stop playing with me, Rod, you know the favoritism is there, and it's on my side."

 "Oh, you wiiish, look at all that damn ASS they gave me! They must be looking, y'know."

"I think that's pity, dude. They've seen how pancake your ass is and wanted to make up for it. You don't have no BBL. On the other hand...look at the detail on my seams! Someone's been watching me flutter..."

This had been going on for quite a while. Curt and Rod both held one half of two plushies with their hands sewn together, pointing out all the details on them, and especially...who they thought you liked better based solely off the details you gave the both of them. Of course, they weren't judging, it was just a fun little activity. And half the stuff they suggested was just overexaggeration to make things more exciting.

So no, you had not given Rod a plush BBL. Maybe some other time.

"Watching you flutter? Dude, the only one who ever gave a damn about your fluttering was Fantina." Rod said with a side-smirk, eyes meeting Curt's briefly, both their eyes squinting with grins before Rod looked back down at his own plush.

Curt rolled his eyes, twirling a piece of drape around his finger.

"Ha ha ha, hilarious. So funny I forgot to laugh."

"Yeah, and the rest of us forgot that comeback in 2019!"

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH"

Both of them chuckled with each other, Rod grinning smugly at his reply while Curt swatted at him playfully, muttering 'you ain't all that, don't start', smiling all the while.

You coughed from in front of them, and both their heads turned to you, as if jut now remembering you were there. You raised an eyebrow.

"So...uh...do you like them?"

Curt and Rod instantly nodded.

"If you couldn't already tell! Thanks for the justice you served my facecard too."

Curt stared at him, shaking his head with a small laugh.

"Dude, what facecard?"

'"This one!"

"Pfft, you're lucky our partner's so good with making these, they saved your ass."

"..can we agree we're both serving better as plushes, though?"

"Oh, no question."

[megan017]

Date Everything x reader PART 1, pre-dateviator

Characters: Amir, Barry Styles, Kristof, Reggie, Washford, Volt & Eddie, Tony

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Trivia: If I see another "unlike [character] you were never afraid of having children", I'm really gonna crash out but before going completely insane I would probably post an "x reader" smut where the reader would be passed around between the fictional men I'm simping for, ANYWAYS-

I just realized I have free will, and since I started playing Date Everything again FINALLY, I'm gonna write something. Not gonna lie, I just remembered there's a headcannon/oneshot/fanfic out here about the dateables dealing with your ex, and it kinda inspired me, but I also wanted to get this vent out of my system, THEREFORE:

Warnings/Tags: reader is mentioned to have difficulties when it comes to dating, has a complicated history; written with my trans-masc future-self in mind, but it doesn't effect the reader (there will be a part tho where I mention something trans-masc specific but I will mark it); contains my own experiences briefly; unhealthy relationship; toxic ex-partner; mention of sending inappropriate pictures NSFW? (don't do it guys... please...); mention of reader having insecurities; characters might be OOC because I'm not smart; I'm describing my attempts in the beginning, if you want to skip it then scroll to the long line of "-----", like the one I have here:

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Your life was kind of peaceful. A big house all for yourself, peace and quiet, living by your rules, having no expectations, no nagging... Although, you were still human and needed company, occasionally at least. And you knew this, for a long time, however, whenever you tried dating, it didn't work out so well.

It started in primary school— around graduation— when you thought you were in-love with your classmate-and-guy bestfriend. You confessed aaand even though he reciprocated your feelings seemingly, your relationship continued almost as if the confession didn't even happen; the only difference being the occasional heart emojis being sent to eachother. This friendship pretty much ended with your graduation. You caught up a slightly bit after a few months— as you started highschool— but haven't talked ever since then. There were a few times when you saw him, recognized him (you felt always awkward to wave at him or anything; just hoped he recognized you as well, that you were someone in his life).

Right as a freshman (1st year student) in highschool you somewhere, somehow found this 20 years old guy online, started talking normally, at least you tried, but he was... weird. What was supposed to be acquaintance-ship or friendship quickly turned into something uncomfortable thanks to his perverted and sexual comments which he shared with you out of the blue. Out of fear and your confrontation-avoiding attitude, you just ghosted him, blocked him, deleted your chats and went on with your life.

Oh, sophomore (2nd highschool) year. You felt as if you started to get your spark back which you started losing around 6th grade, and fully lost in 8th, back in primary school. You could indulge in one of your abandoned, well loved and treasured hobbies again! You also had a platonic love-interest— a classmate, again. Handsome, smart... academically, because later on it turned out he has the emotional intelligence of a boy from kindergartener. But we got ahead of ourselves. Since you got your creative spark back, you used it to confess to him, and when-else if not on Valentine's Day? You sneaked the letter, with your confession inside, in his locker. You got no response, even tho you were at least confident to sign it. Okay, no problem, you took your time and energy to repeat the process and after a month— on White Day, to still make it feel special— you gave the item to him directly. Again, got no response. Oookay, 3 time is the charm, right? This time, you messaged your confession to him directly. He can't miss such a thing now, right? First time the letter migh have fell from his locker when he took his things out. The second time he probably lost it (or threw it out in the nearest trashcan, you feared). There's no way he could miss a direct message, right? Yeah, right, because he saw it... Allegedly read it... And gave no reply, nothing. To say the least: you made a fool out of yourself, probably a joke he told you about in his all-guy friendgroup.

Then came junior (3rd highschool) year. You went to a website just to talk with people anonymously and found a guy who seemed to be into you very much. Let's make this short: you didn't realize yet, but he love-bombed you hell and back. Good thing you had some boundaries up and drew the line at his homophobic attitude. 2 weeks of your life down the drain, but now comes the worse...

You didn't consider any of these people your boyfriends, since you were maximum dating with the 1st and 4th guy, however there was this 20 years old guy you started messaging with in the summer between your junior and senior (4th highschool) year. If the bad beginning wouldn't have been enough, things escalated further reeeaaally quick for real long. Bad beginning, you may ask? Yeeeaaah, so-

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Phoenicia didn't like any of this, not one bit. She had a bad feeling from the start, and knew you were feeling uncomfortable with this, as well. The veeery beginning was okay: you saw a post of this guy who you found really beautiful and hot, so you liked his post and followed them for further eyes-blessing uploads. You didn't think much of it, you just did the usual, however the next day he texted you: „Hey, wanna be friends?”. You accepted the offer; you (2nd person plural) clarified eachother's age, started chatting about shared interests, moved to another platform where texting was easier. Everything went downhill on the second day, if not the first. He was... well... his mental state was pretty bad, which you understood— you haven't been well for years either, had your own problems too— however, he was on another level. Let's not dwell to much on the pieces of information, just summarize the red flags: being pathetic should say a lot itself, but I will go into details.

From the second day he asked you to stay up late to chat with him, because he didn't have friends. Had a hard time findig a job too, which he complained about a lot and everything that his money-issues had something to do with, as well. When he was starving, his hair being heavily damaged, living in the country he lived in. Already rough stuff, but then came the requests for inappropriate pictures— which you first refused, but got scared about losing the seemingly nice guy you finally had, and on the platform you were chatting was also an option for the photos to be only viewed once then they would get deleted, therefore you sent some occasionally— followed up with the statement: „Oh, don't do it if it makes you uncomfortable. It's fine really.”, but you knew he would continue whining if you didn't send. Big baby... At least you found yourself good looking on the pictures and your body-image-issues were taken care of for a while? Eheh...

Phoenicia decided to alert Celia. She (Phoenicia) didn't want to be nosey about your life, however she had to do something after seeing you uncomfortable situation for months. She was relieved when you finally stood up for yourself and ended this messy distance relationship, however, by that time everyone was on alert and knew everything they had to know.

After the breakup you felt... nothing? You felt relief, which you felt a bit guilty about, but your broke up with him because of the amount of anxiety he caused, to begin with. You knew things wouldn't work out, therefore you ended things, which got you banned in return. Yeah, you saved your ass, honestly. You hoped he didn't cause much damage, but it turned out that he actually did, subconsciously. Starting with the elefant in the room: your insecurity about your self-image. Amir and Berry Styles couldn't help but pity you in such state. They were there at your best, and now at your worst.

Amir was sorry to reflect your broken-self, all because of some guy who could only talk whine about his situation. What happened with the skincare routine Phoenicia helped you put together? The products Barry assisted you with? And your teeth- oh no, you poor baby; you ended up in another depressive episode, didn't you? And this one even hit you harder... He would have preffered to be fogged up by Johnny Splash, hell even being drawn on by Jean Loo and let you look at that (actually no, let's not be ridiculous, he won't go that far), anything but to reflect you. Don't get him wrong, he didn't want to lie to you, but nor did he want to show the truth, hurting your already fragile feelings with the facts.

And there was Barry. Didn't you like his products, darling? Nooo, you always trusted him and used whatever he suggested. Now that he looks back at his notes, it's been a while since he felt your touch... You've been neglecting him! Oh, but he guesses he can understand. Oooh, yeah, actually, he heard the news from the others! He can recall how proud he was of you when you recommended the right skincare products for your ex's skin. Barry is such a sweet soul and wouldn't shame anyone for their makeup or skin... but your ex does not deserve respect; his skin looked worse than already dry, caked up makeup after 8 hours of wear (look... I tried to come up with an original comparison... I tried, that counts.)

Kristof has been restless for a while. What does Phoenicia mean you have been spending a lot more time in bed, talking with that guy who looked like violence was afraid of testing his strength? Really now? You have been spending time with him, but couldn't indulge in violence with your one-and-only? Even when you have started making such progress, when you have come so far. When you have started getting more and more violent. Wait, hol' up, something is wrong with his viking heart, it feels weird- It can't be sadness, can it-?

Reggie expected a different scenario. He thought after you toughened up and broke up with that prick, that guy would be crying pathetically— the only thing he knew after all— on his knees (at least how his messages could sound like), begging. But no, it was of course you, with your soft little heart and dumb little head, laying in bed, crying after THAT. GUY. Don't be pathetic, please, you make him feel things he isn't supposed to. (I'm bad at writing Reggie, could you tell?)

Washford was attentive, there was no denying in that. Nothing could get past through him; from the piece of paper with a messily written poem on it— which you have tried to write for him, but scrapped the idea of giving it to him, put it in your pocket then forgot to check the pockets of your jeans before washing— to the decreasing number of your clothes being handed to him by Harper, everything. Especially the significant decrease in your undergarments... You weren't bedridden where you? Did you get sick he just didn't know? Oh... You broke up with your partner? He understands the feeling of separation from your loved one, the feeling of isolation, the ocean sized sorrow— deep and endless, making you drown in it. What happened? Oh, he... Yeah, he hopes every time that guy washes his pants, the pockets will contain tissues. (Would include Drysdale, but I'm just about to try understanding him tomorrow.)

Then there was Volt. He felt the shift in an instant, or at least caught on something being wrong pretty quick. You used electricity late at night more than usual. „Work was probably getting to you.” Eddie reasoned in return but that didn't ease Volt's worry, nor his own, he just tried to give you space at first, hoping your issue is nothing too serious and would resolve soon, however after sensing you have been up late, veeery late— often till early morning?!— he couldn't help but start overthinking, maybe even getting jealous: what could have been so important for you to be even oh-so-worthy of your time after work till late night?! Your... boyfriend...? What about the check-ups on the breaker box, which he secretly appreciated but if anyone asked about he would deny how much it meant, even if it hurt his pride a bit. You can't just leave him like that- you can't just leave them alone. Oh, he asks you what-? That faulty wire's electronics better fail him, especially in the summer. He can survive the heat again. He did so far. Another won't hurt.

Tony wasn't that affected at first. You rarely used him to begin with, but that hasn't stopped him from noticing the change in your mood, each time becoming more and more... tired, exhausted, sad. Then he heard the news. You had a boyfriend? What's with the sour face then? You even pretended to be someone that you think that guy would love; what's wrong then? Oh he- okay, okay, now that crosses a line. (Not gonna lie, I added Tony the last sec, planned to include him in part 2, but then had an idea and with the said idea he fitted in part 1 too.)

Not to mention the change in your style... You were trying to look more feminine, which wouldn't be a problem by itself, however when you visibly (and audibly) expressed your preference for the opposite... First, it was Amir to notice it, of course, and Barry. The way you did your makeup in a more feminine way... What happened with their handsome boy trying to do his contour and facial hair shadow, smudging his guyliner, trying to avoid mascara but failing, ending up making his eyes look feminine but then quickly accepting the fact and going on with his day. And your chest- why aren't you wearing your binder. Washford was missing that piece of clothing, too. You weren't supposed to wash it in a washing machine but your equipment surprisingly had a very gentle washing mode. Have you stopped wearing it? Would be a shame; you looked good in it. It made you look like yourself, becoming a book with a perfect cover.

Then finally came the day when Skylar arrived. Your future lovers and friends really hoped you would accept her guidance and help, preferably as soon as possible because they wanted to have a word or few with you (not in a threatening way of course, but a caring, comforting one as comforting as some of them can be)

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I started to feel motivation to write, again.

[fanfics4all]

Safe in Our Arms

Request: Yes / No This is based off of @haileygarciasunshineprompt list that I found here!

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Dad!Reggie Mantle x Fem!Mom!Reader 

Word count: 799

Warnings: Child nightmare, but should be it! 

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Reggie’s POV*

I pulled into the driveway, the familiar sight of my home bringing a sense of relief after a long day. The moment I stepped inside, I was met with the sound of distressed crying echoing through the house. My brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me, immediately spotting Y/N in the living room. She was kneeling beside our son, Leo, who was curled up on the couch, his little face red and tear-streaked. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked, concern lacing my voice as I set down my bag and made my way over. 

Y/N sighed, brushing our son’s dark hair from his damp forehead. 

“I don’t know. He just started crying out of nowhere. I’ve tried everything, but he won’t calm down.” 

I crouched down, reaching out to Leo, whose hiccupping sobs filled the room. 

“Hey, hey, easy, buddy, easy.” I said softly, gently rubbing my son’s back. 

“You’re alright, I got you.” 

Leo sniffled, his little body still trembling, but he clung onto my shirt as I scooped him up into my arms, holding him close. 

“What happened, champ?” I murmured, rocking him slightly. “Did you get hurt?” 

Through broken sobs, he mumbled. “Had a bad dream… and then Mommy wasn’t here when I woke up.” 

I could see Y/N’s heart breaking as we exchanged a look. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” She said, cupping our Leo’s cheek. 

“I was just in the kitchen, I didn’t go anywhere.” 

I pressed a kiss to the top of Leo’s head. 

“It’s okay, buddy. You’re safe. I promise.” I sat down with him still in my arms, letting him curl up against my chest, his small hands clutching onto my jacket. 

“No more bad dreams, alright? Daddy’s home now. Nothing’s gonna get you.” 

Little by little, our son’s breathing evened out, his tiny body relaxing against mine. Y/N reached out, running her fingers through his hair. 

“How about we all cuddle on the couch and watch something fun? Maybe your favorite movie?” Leo gave a tiny nod, his grip on me loosening just a bit. 

I smiled, rubbing his back soothingly. “That’s my guy. We’ll make those bad dreams disappear in no time.” 

As we settled in with our son nestled safely between us, the fear from earlier slowly melted away. It was replaced by warmth, comfort, and love. The kind only a family could bring. I gently rocked Leo in my arms, feeling the rise and fall of his tiny chest as he calmed down. Y/N sat close, her hand still brushing through his dark hair, her eyes filled with concern. 

“Leo, buddy…” I said softly, shifting him slightly so I could look into his teary eyes. 

“Can you tell us what your nightmare was about?” 

He hesitated, his little fingers twisting the fabric of my jacket. Y/N reached out, stroking his cheek reassuringly. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are right here. We promise nothing bad is gonna happen.” 

Leo sniffled, his voice small as he whispered. “I dreamed… I lost you and Mommy. I was all alone, and I couldn’t find you anywhere.” His bottom lip wobbled, fresh tears threatening to spill. My chest tightened. No wonder he was so shaken up. 

“Oh, buddy…” I muttered, hugging him closer. “That sounds really scary. But listen to me, okay?” I pulled back just enough to cup his tiny face.

 “That’s never gonna happen. Mommy and I will always be here for you, no matter what.” 

Y/N nodded, placing a hand over Leo’s. “You’re never alone, baby. Even when you wake up and don’t see me right away, I’m always close by.” 

Leo’s eyes darted between us, still unsure. “But what if you go away?” 

I shook my head. “Not gonna happen, champ. You’re stuck with us forever.” I poked his little nose, finally earning the tiniest hint of a smile. 

“Pinkie promise?” 

He hesitated before lifting his small hand, wrapping his pinkie around mine. 

“Pinki promise.” He whispered. 

Y/N smiled, kissing the top of his head. “How about we put on your favorite movie now, huh? Something fun to chase away the bad dreams?” 

Leo nodded again, finally relaxing fully against me, and Y/N grabbed the remote. As she flipped through the options, I gave our son another squeeze, grateful that whatever haunted him in his dreams was fading away. 

“Alright, Leo…” Y/N said with a smile. “Movie time. What’s it gonna be?” 

Leo perked up slightly, rubbing his tired eyes. “Toy Story.” 

I chuckled. “Classic choice, buddy.” 

As the familiar opening music played, Leo snuggled up between us, safe and sound. Y/N and I shared a knowing look over his head. Tonight might’ve started rough, but as long as we were together, everything was alright. 

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